Imaginary Boyfriends Novels & Stories

“Since we’re on the topic, and I don’t want to be that girl, but what are we?” “What do you want us to be? Your boyfriends? Lovers? Partners?” Marcos shrugs. “The labels don’t matter; we are whatever you want us to be. Boyfriends make us sound like boy toys though.” Cameron licks the milk mustache above his upper lip. “I like being called your boyfriend, it makes me feel young and adventurous.”

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

"You hiding from somebody, gorgeous?" "My ex-boyfriend is working the register," I lied smoothly, forcing an embarrassed, frustrated sigh. "He’s a creep. I don't want to deal with his drama this early in the morning. Are you going to help me or not?" The boys exchanged a look. The promise of easy cash easily overpowered their curiosity. "Yeah, alright." The middle kid snatched the bill from my fingers. He offered a cocky wink. "Wait right here, babe. We got you."

And my brother's school fees weren't going to pay themselves. So I quit the bakery. And now I was standing in the hallway of a house I didn't own listening to a woman whose last name I didn't know perform an enthusiasm I was not convinced was genuine. I contemplated going upstairs to confront him. Honestly, I think he liked it. The confrontation. The drama. Something in Liam needed the games — needed the catching and the crying and the whole performance of remorse. Maybe it made him feel wanted. Maybe it made him feel real. I had stopped trying to psychoanalyse it somewhere around girl number four.

“I think I’m starting to understand that. It’s not just a job for you. It’s bigger than that.” I didn’t reply right away. The silence returned, thicker this time. “It’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at,” I said finally. “Everything else… relationships, this fake engagement, all of it feels like playing a part. On the ice I don’t have to pretend.” Sienna glanced at me. “You don’t have to pretend all the time, you know.” I took another sip. “Don’t start with that. This is what it is. A contract. Nothing more.”

I growl. "Fake date," Ivy reminds me. "Yeah, whatever. Fake or not, we are supposed to act like we are into each other. That means you don't get to flirt with other guys," I say. "I wasn't flirting with him! You are acting like a jealous boyfriend, Ryder," Ivy says. My cheeks warm. "I'm not. I couldn't care less, but I thought we were on a mission." "Well., yeah. But still. I can talk to other guys if I want. Maybe I will find my real mate at this party. Wouldn't that be awesome?" Ivy's eyes are glowing with the possibility.

I say and she says gasps again. "You are a downright liar. All of your friends are dating and you expect me to believe that you're not in the least bit envious of that?" She asks and I shake my head. "It's either you're lying to me or you're dead inside because I would never live like that. I need my man." She says and I sigh. I get this reaction every time I tell someone I don't have a boyfriend or don't desire to have one. It's like I'm damaged and need to be fixed. "You don't have a man, Presley," Sadie says and she waves her comment away.

I'm afraid of confessing my feelings to him, what if he doesn't feel the same way, I don't want to lose our friendship, I rather remain his best friend than lose him forever Our friend group is made up of four boys and I'm the only girl and the closest to Jade which makes me the baby girl of the group because they all adore me, but what if I tell you that the four of them are womanizers who go after anything under skirt most especially Jade, except for one.

“But I noticed girls don’t like me, they don’t fight themselves over me or drop tons of love letters in my locker. They always go after Neil and Brandon and…” “If they fight themselves over you and drop tons of love letters in your locker and you get the attention, then what? You'll change your personality just to make yourself feel good with fake pleasures. So you're telling me that you don’t get any love letters at all?” He blushed, “A few.” “A few?” “A good number but that’s not the case. You should see Neil…”